[ He isn't expecting the confession as it flows out, the apology in the form in it takes. Ready to start standing on the heels on Inigo's earlier remark, a short hum all Tidus has to give it. But he pauses, holds; listens to what Inigo has to say, a truth that he could have guessed if he wanted to, or tried.

Tidus reaches out, resting a hand on Inigo's shoulder to squeeze it. ]

If we weren't as close as we are, I wouldn't care about telling you. [ That much it is easy to admit. He has been telling it, and maybe it isn't fair. But he can't deal with fair - not right now. ] But we are, so that's why I need more time.

[ Reassurances fill his mouth, pushing against the tip of his tongue. Tidus breathe them out, not wanting to make this any bigger than it's already been. Lifting himself up finally onto his feet, extending his hand to Inigo. ]

I trust you, I do. Just... let me think about it. Give me some time. Okay?